Nothing elicits a pavlovian response from the rationalist wing of Judaism quite like the the Zohar. If you're going to mention the Holy Book of Splendor in their presence you'll need to have a mop handy. (Or at least a rebuttal for all the very good arguments which seem, at first glance, to preclude the book's existance.)
Anywho, it gives us a good deal of pleasure to present a frothing-at the-mouth hissy-fit that makes Joan Crawford look like Mother Theresa. Really. Reading this might be the most fun you can have wearing pants.
Ladies and Gentelman, once again, the Google Hador.
